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A recollection of his own formed speedily. Monsta X, his very own group, too fell into a cognate circumstance from a question that was better left unqueried and unanswered. Truly, when the public stalked your actions — down to simple mannerisms, when fingers began to point and utter accusations, it was a pity time travel, or a similar voyage through era, was not a characteristic feature to current Korean technology. Notwithstanding Namjoon’s chosen slang to opine on the matter, the aptitudinal rapper remained eloquent.  A murmur of accedence rattles the throat of the vocalist, soon the hum is substituted by laughter — far from boisterous in tone, merely dry. “They wait for one slip-up, you know? Then they blow it up like…” Words left unsaid are punctuated by a wild gesticulation. “I’m glad you have the ability to remain calm, I admire that. I’ll try to learn from you.”

“Don’t.” Namjoon simply said, his usual goofy smile settled on a pair of lips that wanted so badly to twist in frustration. “Don’t admire something that’s not real.” He shrugged, “I’m only calm out of ignorance. There’s a million things I could say right now that would certainly seal my coffin but I don’t know how to get it out.” Namjoon chuckled, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. There was a large part of him that found it insanely hard to talk himself up, perhaps it had a lot to do with the way he was raised. Being humble kept your feet tightly locked on the ground. “At this point I hardly even care. No matter what I say they’d just misconstrue it anyways. That’s the best part of being an idol, or really any public figure. It doesn’t matter what kind of image we portray because the public sees us in the way they want to. They either romanticize us or villainize us. We seldom win in this situation.”